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The Dark Lord and the orphan	By : Meinouda Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 16047 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Warnings: sex

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Chapter three

on a footstool

Harry followed Cissy into the enormous mansion. It was a castle as described in tales of knights and Kings. Harry thought it was beautiful, even the dark grey walls that were found within.

A pleasant warmth was within the castle, magic probably. Harry was given no time to enjoy it though. Lady Malfoy took him up a flight of stairs and brought him to a simple door.

“This is my house, tomorrow you and the Lord will leave to His estate. I will not be seeing you, not until the Lord wants it. I wish you the best of luck Harry.” She leaned closer but Harry, who was not prepared for a kiss, ducked as a reflex. Cissy arched a surprise eyebrow but Harry gave her no chance to ask questions. He bid her a swiftly goodbye, opened the door and slammed it shut behind him.

A sigh left his mouth and he leaned against the door. He didn’t want someone to pry in his life. For Harry, it was a good thing the Lord would not be interested in him. Harry liked his privacy.

Something moved and it caught Harry’s eyes. He looked at the thing and couldn’t quite choose between running away, or taking a closer look. It was a snake, but the word snake did not even begin to describe the beast that lay on a rug. It was HUGE and it blinked and looked at him as if it did not know what Harry was doing in its room.

“She will not hurt you.” For a moment, Harry thought that the snake had spoken, but then his brain came knocking and he locked eyes with the Dark Lord.

The man was tall, taller than Harry remembered him to be, and looked very intimidating. Clothed in black robes, a skin as pale as snow. Though, as pale as snow was a sign of beauty. Lord Voldemort made the word ‘beautiful’ turn ugly if used for him.

“Unless I tell her to of course.” Harry tried to follow the man his sentence. Oh, he was still going on about the snake.

“It’s okay, I guess. Snakes aren’t that bad. Besides, she looks a bit big to be poisonous.” The Lord did not answer, merely watched the boy. He wasn’t bored, amused or agitated. Harry could see no emotion on his face.

“Strip, boy. I do not want to waste my time with this.” Harry blushed and looked at the floor. Was he serious?

“I…What…” He swallowed and looked up again. The Lord made no intention to undress. Harry felt sweat break lose and he scratched his shin, noticing he had the beginning of a beard.

“Do not tell me I picked a virgin.” This time he did sound irritated. Harry took a deep breath and looked the Lord straight in the eye.

“No. No you did not.”

“You will address me as my Lord, Master and I’ll even tolerate ‘Sir’ if you must.” When Harry did not react, he took a step closer and Harry could feel something strong and mighty lick at his arms. Magic.

“Do not think that you have a special position. I merely chose you because you looked the least powerful of them all.” Harry did not feel insulted. He closed his eyes, sighed and opened them again.

“I understand my Lord.” Harry said. He lifted his hands and started to undress. The Lord kept watching, as did the snake, but Harry did not mind. He had no illusions about his own body. He was thin and not very tall, he had some scars on his bony legs and he knew he did not really have an ‘ass’. Harry didn’t feel ashamed about his body, it was what it was.

He paused only a second when he hooked his thumbs in his old shorts. He didn’t like to be vulnerable and he knew that this situation could become dangerous.

“Scared, Potter?” The use of his name made him look up. The Lord had sounded amused, had used a tone Harry had heard before. It was a tone people used when they joked about something they knew the others would not get. It was a tone mostly used by jerks.

“No my Lord.” He pushed his boxers down and pushed them away with his foot. Naked he stood before the man.

Lord Voldemort didn’t give any indication that he was pleased with Harry’s body and Harry whished, just for a moment, he was as fat as a walrus.

“Are you a virgin?”

“No my Lord.” Harry could not see if the Lord was pleased or not, so he decided to look around. The room was warm, which was good for his naked flesh.

“Place yourself on the footstool.” It would have sound comical, yet it didn’t. Harry looked at the little black thing. He knew why the Lord wanted him there, good height to fuck.

He walked to it and lowered himself onto it. In length it was just right for him to place his knees on one end and his hands on the other.

He blushed heavily, knowing the look he made. Arse high, cock hanging between his legs. He wasn’t excited, but Harry knew his body enough to know he would not stay limp the entire time.

Cold hands touched his bum, more gently than Harry had expected. The man did not stroke, nor slapped. He only probed and felt. One hand left.

Harry heard some rustling and the sharp point of a wand pushed slightly against his entrance. A spell was murmured and Harry felt a strange sensation inside is arse.

“Cleaning spell.” The Lord said. Harry wrinkled his nose. Next time, he’d take a shower.

Again he heard rustling and then a wed finger probed his entrance. It was more like a doctor did than a lover, only with the idea of opening him more. It burned, but not much and the Lord kept going long enough before he entered a second digit. Harry kept his groans inside while his cock gave a twitch of interest.

A third finger and the man scissored him. It burned more and Harry groaned a little out loud. It was the only sound in the room. Fingers left him and the Lord’s cock was positioned against his entrance. Harry knew it would hurt.

The Lord pushed inside, hands on Harry’s side to keep him steady. The boy whimpered, although it sounded more like a painful groan. Voldemort did not stop. He pushed himself completely inside Harry, not soothing nor whispering nonsense when Harry did whimper.

Thrusting first shallowly the Lord set the pace and Harry tried to follow it. It burned and itched, it had been a long time since Harry’s last fuck, but it was bearable.

He went from thrusting to slamming and the only sounds in the room were the slapping of flesh on flesh and Harry’s little moans of pain and pleasure. His cock was half hard, but Harry did not really want to reach down and stimulate himself. The Lord did not seem to want that either.

It was uneventful, Harry thought. Boring but very professional. The Lord slammed in hard, making Harry almost fall of the footstool. Mighty Lord Voldemort did not groan, or even mumble something. He just came. Harry kept himself very still, not really knowing the protocol for fucking a leader. That was okay though, the Lord solved Harry’s problem.

He withdrew his softening cock and stepped away from Harry. He brushed his hands down his black robes, which had not come of the entire time, mumbled something and left.

Harry slowly moved his body to the floor. The Lord’s semen leaked out of him. He should get up and go for a shower, but he did not feel anything for it. Harry had had no expectations about the Lord and the welcome he would get, but this…Harry had thought that the man would at least talk to him. But no, Lord Voldemort had treated Harry like a cheap prostitute.

The young black haired boy shuffled to the leather couch and placed his head on it. He was not about to cry, not at all, but still…a little self-pity reared its ugly head.

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